Not Personal, Not Impersonal

Well…

“I love you. You do know that.”
“Well.”
“No?”
“Yes.”
“Ah.”
“It’s just… I don’t know how to deal with you. I mean, what do I do?”
“I don’t know?”
“You see if you don’t know…”
“I don’t think I’m supposed to know. If I know how to fall in love with myself then I would probably be a horrible arrogant bastard.”
“Well…”
“Look. I’m not that. I don’t think.”
“No. No! I don’t think you are. The ‘well’ was about better knowing how to deal with the whole business. I’ve never had to before I’m not ready. I don’t know how.”
“Surely you must.”
“No. I really don’t. See the thing that confuses me more than anything is that I don’t think I’m doing anything different now than at the beginning of our relationship. But you are reacting to me differently.”
“You know I can’t tell you what it is.”
“You could.”
“I could. But it wouldn’t be working properly if I had to. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
“Well I better had.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yes. Why do you want to bother?”
“Because I love you.”
“Well there you go. That wasn’t so hard was it.”